I'm certain even the villages too small for the maps have read the Tale of the Champion [plenty of scandal in that one] and the dowagers have their quarterly published.

[Ferelden is, of course, too boring, too stodgy, too stinky, to produce anything racy. Unless it's about racing hounds. Different kind of racy.]

Remember the lessons from when we met, and all that you have seen and been part of that they have not. Will never be. That you have walked places they can only imagine. [Ruins, temples, the Crossroads.] There will be rumour, much of it terrible, far worse than there was when I was in Orlais. Pay attention to stay safe but do not allow it to drag you down.